Lyrics:
and then red all over like a new paper
A noose paper wound around your neck all the reams I
Write will set you right or leave you wrecked bereft
Black
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay
MC, I like to rock mic well
'cause when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus
And swarm all over
MC, I like to rock mic well
'cause when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus
And swarm all over
(Fire extinguisher in your face, nigga)
(Yeah, yeah, nigga, that's my nigga, what up?)
(It's real)
(It's all in)
Ayo I'm done selling drugs
some change!"
All diggin' in my ear for it and shit, deranged!
I grabbed him by his head and tried to yank it to the left to break his neck
But his head
She shakin that ass all up on my d
She shakin like she got flees
My niggas got rank
My niggas got G's
I flipping the bird you don't want bees
Stinging
everything’s alright.
Don’t need to be afraid, I don’t bite.
But I won’t back down from a fight.
Shakin’ off this ash,
Hope y’all don’t treat me like trash,
Cali leaves then I stack Gs
It's high degrees when I roll with Leez
Shakin' off the fleas, hoes scrape they knees
For my Smoot dee
All hail me,
just to get by
I just pushed down
Whippin' on the corner with a bag in the trunk
For all my niggas never having enough
Like what the fuck is ever
to have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin' it up, killin' my high, damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
a blue T
Y'all know who I be
Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine
Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'
Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded
You and that toothpick
about the bread when I'm wakin' up
Caught a lil' nigga at the light and he start shakin' up
Beat a nigga ass so bad they couldn't break it up
All this
another guy
And I don't really want to know
So don't tell me anymore
And I don't really want to hear
About your feet all up in the air
And well I'm
near died
And my kids only ones who cried
So for them I must survive I must make it I must
Kam have seizures I remember holding u in my arms shakin
All I
the streets over black coat with dirty rasta tucked in
I bet that they don't let me show my ass now
Flash out or cash out, make sure to drop that ass down
and spinnin'
Pray to the Lord for all of my sinnin'
Send me the addy, we binnin'
(Binnin', binnin')
We scheme, and we boom, this the beginnin'
That's your bitch,
new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in
the atmosphere
So girl, quit frontin' and get you're ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner 100 honeys
bags, box of Slim Fast,
I lose dead weight, got a lot to get past,
For all that hate, I'm about to get cash,
I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing
We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
How are you doing?
All right
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?
Ruthless, my
wasn't raised up rude
Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave
All of a sudden he was loomin' there
Shakin' off dirt and actin' pleased
Things
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
[parrish smith]
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, epmd's in effect
Snappin necks and cashin
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